Playing The Toxic Wife To Attract Billionaires
June woke up transmigrated into the body of a ruthless billionaire's toxic, disposable wife.
Before she could even process the massive Beverly Hills mansion, a cold system voice announced she had exactly five minutes of lifespan remaining.
To survive, she was forced to bind with the system and strictly maintain the original owner's "brainless, abusive drama queen" persona to earn hours to live.
She was forced to violently slap hot coffee out of a terrified maid's hands and physically spank her manipulative five-year-old stepson.
When she tried to escape this nightmare by throwing divorce papers at her terrifying husband, Isaac Walton, he simply ripped them to shreds.
Every time she tried to be reasonable or show a hint of kindness, the system tortured her with agonizing cardiac pain, cementing her status as the most hated monster in the family.
The most absurd part happened when she threw a hysterical, system-mandated tantrum over a gossip magazine, and Isaac's icy demeanor suddenly melted.
He gently touched her hair, offering the one thing she desperately needed.
"Stop crying. I'll handle it."
Just as a spark of hope ignited in her chest, the system's critical death warning exploded in her skull: accepting his sympathy would instantly deduct thirty days of her life.
To stay alive, June had no choice but to violently slap away the only hand reaching out to save her, forcing herself to play the greedy villain while her husband's gaze turned dangerously dark.
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Chapter 3
Isaac slowly lowered his hand. He brought his thumb up and dragged it slowly across the pad of his index finger. It was a subtle movement, but the original host's memories screamed that it meant he was pushed to the edge.
June saw the gesture. A cold sweat broke out across the back of her neck. She instantly regretted slapping him.
Isaac lunged forward. He planted his hand on the edge of the desk right beside her hip, trapping her completely between his hard body and the solid wood.
He leaned down. His breath brushed across her cheek, smelling faintly of mint and expensive tobacco. It was an invasion of space that made her skin prickle.
June stopped breathing. She gripped the edge of the desk behind her, her knuckles turning white as she tried to press herself further into the wood to escape his heat.
Isaac used his free hand to pick up the divorce papers. He flipped through the first two pages, the corner of his mouth lifting into a cruel sneer.
He locked his blue eyes onto hers. His voice was terrifyingly soft. "Leaving with nothing? Since when did you become a martyr?"
June swallowed the lump of terror in her throat. She kept her chin tipped up. "Because I don't want to look at your face for one more second."
Isaac's eyes turned to absolute ice. He gripped the thick stack of papers with both hands.
June watched in stunned silence as he ripped the document straight down the middle. The sharp rip echoed in the quiet room.
Her eyes widened. The torn halves fluttered to the marble floor like dead leaves. Her brain flatlined.
Isaac crumpled the remaining page in his fist and tossed it over his shoulder. It hit the bottom of the metal wastebasket with a heavy thud.
He straightened his posture, looking down at her frozen expression. He calmly adjusted his platinum cufflinks.
"If you're unhappy with your current situation, you can negotiate anything else," Isaac stated, his tone devoid of emotion. "But there will be no divorce scandals in the Walton family."
Panic flared in June's chest. "What if I cheat on you?" she blurted out. "Would you divorce me then?"
Isaac's gaze snapped to hers. His hand shot out, his long fingers gripping her narrow waist. He yanked her forward.
Her chest crashed against his solid chest. She felt the hard lines of his muscles through his tailored suit. Her eyes blew wide in sheer panic.
Isaac leaned in, his voice vibrating against her collarbone. "Try it. I will make sure the man disappears in LA forever."
The raw violence in his eyes paralyzed her. She forgot to push him away. She just stared at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly against his.
Isaac released her waist abruptly, as if touching her disgusted him. He turned his back on her and walked toward the heavy study doors.
He pulled the door open and paused. He didn't look back. "We have a charity gala tonight. Put on your fake smile."
He walked out. The heavy door slammed shut behind him with a deafening bang that rattled the expensive paintings on the walls.
The suffocating pressure in the room vanished. June's knees gave out. She collapsed into Isaac's massive leather chair, her whole body shaking.
A cheerful chime echoed in her head. "Ding! Directive 'Serve Divorce Papers' has been executed. Target's response: Rejection. Lifespan reward issued."
June looked at the red numbers in her vision. Twenty-four hours were added. She let out a long, shaky breath. Her muscles felt like liquid.
She pressed her hand against her chest, feeling the frantic beating of her heart. Isaac was a terrifying control freak.
She looked down at the shredded paper on the floor. The marriage was a cage, and the door was welded shut.
A sudden, piercing shriek echoed from the hallway, followed by the violent crash of shattering glass.
June flinched, her shoulders jumping toward her ears. Before she could even stand up, the system's red warning lights flooded her vision.
"Ding! Side Quest triggered: Discipline the spoiled child, Tristan, in the main hall. Requirement: Spank him three times. Failure results in immediate lifespan deduction!"
June dropped her face into her hands and groaned in absolute despair.
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8.3
Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
9.0
To save her dying mother, Adaline walked into the Waldorf Astoria to deliver a shirt to her fiancé.
She didn't know her stepsister, June, had swapped her keycard. Adaline stumbled into a pitch-black suite and was brutally assaulted by a stranger in the dark.
The nightmare didn't end there. June paid off the only bone marrow donor for Adaline's mother to flee the city, and stole Adaline's fiancé. Bankrupt and desperate, Adaline was forced to sell herself into a loveless marriage with the ruthless billionaire Ferris Finch just to secure a medical team.
But when Ferris saw the dark, violent bruises covering her body, his eyes filled with absolute disgust.
"You make me sick. Pack up your cheap tricks."
He mocked her, calling her a filthy woman who couldn't even wash her lover's marks off before crawling into his house.
Adaline swallowed her pride and endured his cruel humiliation. When June publicly taunted her about the hotel assault, Adaline finally snapped, ending up handcuffed in a freezing police cell.
She thought she was completely out of moves, waiting to rot in prison while her new husband despised her.
But back at the estate, Ferris had just pulled the hotel's security footage.
Staring at the screen, the arrogant billionaire's face turned completely ashen.
He finally realized that the innocent woman he had destroyed in the dark that night, and the wife he was currently torturing, were the exact same person.
9.2
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart.
On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her.
Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
7.6
Elliana Lewis lay dying on the freezing concrete of a federal penitentiary, her ribs shattered by a guard's heavy boot.
She had been flawlessly framed for murder by the one person she trusted with her life: her sweet, innocent stepsister, Jovita.
During her final prison visit, Jovita wore their mother's diamonds and smiled cruelly behind the glass. She revealed she had liquidated the family company, caused their father's stroke, and paid the guards to ensure Elliana suffered a grueling, agonizing death.
"Your marriage was a joke from day one, Ellie. You have nothing left."
As her lungs stopped, the tragic truth finally dawned on Elliana. She had spent months screaming for a divorce and publicly humiliating her billionaire husband, Damon Stirling, believing his silence was weakness. She didn't realize until it was too late that his endless tolerance was the deepest form of protection. She had pushed away the only man who would have burned the world down to keep her safe.
Why had she been so incredibly stupid? Why did she blindly trust a monster and destroy the only person who truly loved her?
Then, a blinding light pierced her retinas. Elliana bolted upright, gasping for air on a massive, king-sized bed.
There was no pain. No broken bones. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed a date from exactly ten years ago.
It was the morning after her disastrous wedding night.
This time, she would tear Jovita's life apart piece by piece. And she would hold onto Damon so tightly that nothing could ever pry them apart.
9.0
Carli followed an anonymous text to a dark garage, only to find her fiancé of seven years tangled with another woman in his Porsche.
She smashed his window, threw her engagement ring at his face, and walked away.
But the betrayal didn't stop there. Her own family sided with the cheater. Her father slapped her across the face so hard she bled, demanding she hand over her late aunt's trust fund.
"If you don't do exactly as you're told tonight, I will freeze every credit card in your name," her father roared.
Forced to attend the exclusive Gutierrez family gala, Carli watched her ex-fiancé parade his cheap mistress to humiliate her, while her stepsister tried to publicly ruin her.
Suddenly, a violent screech echoed as the massive crystal chandelier above them snapped from the ceiling.
In a split second of pure instinct, Vaughn shoved his mistress to safety and threw himself to the ground, completely abandoning Carli to be crushed.
Staring up at the plummeting glass, Carli felt the crushing reality that her entire life had been surrounded by monsters.
But the fatal impact never came.
A massive force yanked her into a hard chest, shielding her body entirely from the explosive shrapnel.
Carli opened her eyes to find Fletcher Gutierrez—the ruthless billionaire king of Wall Street and the masked stranger from her reckless one-night stand—bleeding heavily over her.
Feeling his warm blood on her hands, Carli knew the game had just changed.
9.7
Alya Harrell was the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy Long Island family, treated worse than a stray dog in her own home. Tonight, her family finally found a use for her.
Her stepmother and half-sister, Chloe, forced her into a scandalous, plunging red dress. They were offering her as a bargaining chip to Warren Thorne, a ruthless, sleazy hedge fund manager known for collecting and discarding young girls.
Just to ensure her absolute humiliation, Chloe intentionally "tripped" and spilled a glass of red wine all over the silk dress.
"Now you'll have to wear that hideous little black thing you own," Chloe sneered, leaving Alya to face the high-society dinner looking like a beggar.
When Alya tried to escape Thorne's groping hands, her own father hunted her down. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back, and raised his hand to strike her for embarrassing the family.
She was nothing but a pawn to them, a cheap product to be sold and abused for their financial gain. Alya's heart turned cold as she realized her blood relatives would gladly destroy her just to secure a lucrative business deal.
But when she was sent to the cellar to fetch a $50,000 vintage wine for their billionaire VIP guest, Alya caught her perfect sister hooking up with a personal trainer next to the priceless bottle.
Quietly stealing the vintage wine and burying it in the garden dirt, Alya returned to the ballroom with a dangerous smile.
"I think I saw Chloe carrying a bottle down to the cellar," she told her furious father and the VIP, leading them straight toward the trap that would completely ruin her sister's perfect life.